Day Thirty-Three, Or So.

Pineapple Express was better than Superbad. 

Argue if you wish, but James Franco turns Pineapple Express from a bro-tastic flick into something palatable to the ladies. 

Yes, all kinds of high culture crowds my free time. 

Speaking of culture, Tom is still trying to figure out how to make bread. Remember in Stengren's class when we were studying anaerobic respiration and everyone made bread starters out of warm water, sugar, and those little packets of yeast? 

Well Tom made a sourdough starter from wild yeast, which apparently is everywhere, floating through the air. Sit a tub of flour and water on the windowsill, wait a while, and voila, wild yeast shall alight. You can tell the yeast has moved in by the little bubbles. 

You can make any number of batches of bread from the same sourdough starter, as long as you keep feeding it. It's like a silent, gooey pet, the starter is. Smells a little funny, too. 

Anyway, he's made several batches of bread so far, and each one has been kind of disastrous, sometimes because he screws up the starter, sometimes because he doesn't let it rise long enough, sometimes because he uses the wrong flour...I try to keep encouraging him because he's really into it (he loves to cook) and because making mistakes is a really good way to learn something, as long as you don't give up. 

Today he drove me into Manhattan to get a haircut which I needed desperately and on our way home we stopped at Roberta's in Williamsburg. We got calzones, which were incredibly yummy...Roberta's is Zagat rated, and barely a year old...it's a good place. The dough is especially tasty; fluffy and chewy and soft, with the charred brick-oven flavor that makes it special. He was in a bad mood, so rather than listen to him dwell on negative shit like how bad the traffic on Wilson is, I asked him what was something he liked. He said, There is only one thing I like, which is that pizza dough we just ate. There is nothing else on my gratitude list. Just the dough. 

And my Alex, he added. 

So besides having the best husband in the world, eating a delicious calzone, having a good new haircut, and enjoying Pineapple Express, here are some other good things:

-Hung out with Monica yesterday and she fed us the most delicious brunch I have ever eaten. 

-We brought the cats back home after being away for 9 days and they're still cute. 

-My leg doesn't hurt. 

-I'm down to 4 Vicodin a day. 

-There is a 2-hour class on yoga for injuries at Greenhouse on Sunday, which we are both going to. And we're even taking the subway. 

-Helen is taking us out for dinner on Sunday night. 

-I am going back to work on the 15th of March. 

I went to Downstate on Thursday morning. Goldman's wife was in labor, so he wasn't there. I saw an intern, who took off the little adhesive strips on my wound to check it out. It's still not dry, so he wouldn't let me start physical therapy yet. Booo! Hiss! The wound is gross. I got a little dizzy looking at it, at first. Jaggedier than one would expect from a scalpel. It's not infected, just raw. But, they put me on antibiotics anyway. 4 times a day for a week. If that doesn't kill all the flora in my system, I'm not sure what will.  All I'm saying is that wound better dry up. Or else....I'll whine. So watch out. 

By the by, I keep hearing about people being hospitalized with MRSA. Take your full round of antibiotics, people. Superbugs are bad. 

I did not plan this entry to be a discussion of microorganisms, but as we've learned, sometimes things just happen.